I once had something... a basket that I filled with goods..(like a good economist)... At first, things looked promising, I had all kinds of widgets in it.. wonderful things. I treasured each item, understood it, and placed it neatly in my basket... One day, I had a terrible thought.. a self defeating thought.. I convinced myself that this basket was hopelessly finite. Soon, I started to limit what I placed in the basket.. and eventually.. my standards went so high that I picked nothing.... the less I picked, the more the basket shrunk.. the more darkness cascaded over light.. This evening.. as I was indulging in my usual nothingness.. I saw something that changed everything.. lately i've been posting my own 95 thesis.. this is the 95th, as im sure everyone (my two readers) is sick of hearing about it.. i hope i'm not being naive this time.. stupid ScanDisk is taking forever. I shall be reaquainting myself with an old friend for the next little while.. Harrr, I think that binding glue did the trick..

White walls are much easier to converse with than blue ones.. there is no room for excess baggage.. as well, tunnel time is accelerated.. Escaping the void of nothing, if only for a moment, can leave a lasting impression.. clarity is usually stuffed in between the empty chaos, only if I am lean enough can I border the boundaries.. watching the grass grow higher. Entering that utopia would at once put me in its antithesis. As long as I approach it, I will enjoy its warmth.

Slowly.

Its an evil sort of slow.. savoring every hour, minute, and second, so slow that it’s invisible. Distracted by epicurean cats and dogs, chewing, regurgitating, eventually mangling the chaos to a fine pulp, perfect for suffocation. Maybe this is good, butchering the soul to buoyancy. Yet, that is only half the journey, or so I think. A memory is required, a strong individual memory.. so strong that it appears to live around the corner, comfortably settled into the paranoia. With one slip, it threatens to grab with the speed of capitulating dominos.. squeezing out everything of value. The stench of the pit, must keep me afloat if I am to approach that slice of crisp clarity. Some people like the thin crust. Hopefully, I will learn the rest on the go. Once again I have started the race.. spacing my dominos more wisely, looking back.. looking forward.. realizing I’m at the edge. I hope someone has a stopwatch. ~!S!~